to have no idea who she was, even after she’d mentioned the restaurant where they’d literally bumped into one another. He said he was sorry, but he didn’t remember meeting her. Claudia was so embarrassed, she didn’t elaborate or try to explain. She just said she was sorry to have bothered him and hung up. It wasn’t meant to be, she told herself afterward, furious with herself for being a romantic fool.
Deliberately, she had put him out of her mind, but obviously that hadn’t worked, for here she was, thinking about him again.
“Stop that,” she muttered. “You’ll never see Jason Webb again, and even if you did, you probably wouldn’t like him.”
Seeing the entrance to the supermarket, she put on her turn signal and all thoughts of Jason Webb were finally wiped from her mind as she mentally began to form her shopping list.
John made good time driving into Houston from Austin. He had mixed emotions about his company’s relocating. On the one hand, he hated leaving Austin—a city he loved. On the other, he was looking forward to living close to his family again, especially his sister and his cousin, Philip—who also happened to be his best friend. Not to mention the man who had saved his life.
John knew if he lived to be a hundred, he could never repay Philip who—three years ago, without a moment’s hesitation—had agreed to give John one of his kidneys after both John’s kidneys failed as a result of the damage caused by a severe case of nephritis when he was ten.
Which reminded John—he should call Philip, let him know he was on his way in. Whipping out his cell phone, he punched five. Speed dial kicked in and moments later, Philip answered.
“Hey, cuz,” John said. “I’m headin’ into town. Just left Prairie View.” He glanced at the clock on his dashboard. “I should get to Jen’s about two.”
“Oh, you’re going straight there?”
“Yeah, I told her I’d help her get ready for tonight. I guess she’s expecting a bunch of people.”
“About thirty, she said.”
“You still cool about me bunking with you until I find a place?”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Why don’t you come over to Jen’s early, too?”
“I would, but I’m bringing a date tonight, and I told her I’d pick her up at seven.”
There was something in Philip’s voice that made John smile. “So who’s the date? Anybody I know?”
“It’s that new prof I told you about. The one I’ve been trying to get to go out with me for weeks.”
“So you finally wore her down, huh?”
“Actually, I took her to a movie Wednesday night.”
John could almost hear the smile in his cousin’s voice. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Just remember. I saw her first.”
“She’s that hot?” John teased. He laughed when Philip sputtered something about her being a nice girl. “Nice girls can be hot, too.” Then he took pity on his cousin. “Tell me about her. What’s she look like?”
“I’d rather wait and just let you see for yourself.”
“Not even a hint?”
Before Philip could answer, John saw flashing lights ahead of him. “I’d better hang up. There’re cops up ahead.”
“Okay, see you tonight.”
Vehicles slowed as drivers rubbernecked the fender bender that had brought the cops out, but once past the scene, traffic quickly resumed speed. As John covered the final miles to his sister’s place, he thought about his cousin and the girl he was bringing to the party tonight. He was glad the elusive Claudia had finally said yes to Phil, who had not had good luck with women.
In fact, since Emily had broken their engagement—jeez, was it already three years since she’d taken that job in London?—Phil hadn’t been seriously interested in anyone. John had begun to think he’d never get over Emily, so when he’d started talking about how much he liked this new prof they’d hired, John had been happy for his cousin and had hoped the girl would like Phil, too.
Funny how a guy could go along for years never meeting anyone who interested him, then wham, along came the perfect girl. John grimaced. He’d met the perfect girl, too. In fact, meeting her had been the catalyst that had finally forced him to face and do something about the situation with Allison. Unfortunately, he’d made a major mistake in not finding out who the girl was and how to get in touch with her.
Instead, he’d given her one of his business cards, hoping she’d call him. And she hadn’t. He was still kicking himself for goofing up so badly, because although their meeting had been brief, John knew he wasn’t likely to meet anyone even remotely like her again.
Nope. Opportunity had knocked and he hadn’t answered. He wouldn’t get a second chance.
Claudia couldn’t decide what to wear. Why hadn’t she asked Philip if the party was casual or dressy? She wondered if she should try to call him and find out.
Finally she settled on an outfit that could go either way—a long, black jersey skirt with a slit up the back, black chunky mules and a black tank top. Around her neck she looped a long gray, fringed scarf. Digging around in her jewelry box, she found some black hoop earrings. Four black and silver bracelets came next. Claudia was from the school of thought that believed if one bracelet was good, four was better.
Looking at her unpainted nails, she wished she’d taken the time to get a manicure, but it was too late now. She would have to do in her unvarnished state.
Her doorbell rang at precisely seven. She smiled. She had known Philip would be punctual. All she’d had to do was take one look at his neat, everything-in-its-place office to know he believed in order. Most of the time, Claudia did, too, so that was fine.
She opened the door. “Hi.”
“Hi.” His gaze took her in. “Wow. You look great.”
“Thanks.” He was his usual well-dressed self in neat khakis, a dark blue knit shirt and shiny brown loafers. Claudia grabbed her sack purse from the little table next to the door. “I’m ready.”
As they walked down the path to the visitor parking lot, Philip said, “This is a nice area.”
“Yes, I think so.”
“The rent must be high, though.”
Claudia wasn’t renting. She’d bought her condo, but she knew if she said so, he’d wonder how she could afford it. She thought fast. “Actually, my grandmother left me a little money, and I figured real estate would give me a better return than the stock market.”
“That was very smart.”
“I can’t take all the credit. My brother helped me come to that decision.”
“Older brother?”
“Yes.”
“So you have a brother? Are there just the two of you?”
“Um, no. I, uh, have two older sisters.” By now they were underway, heading east on Potomac toward Westheimer.
“You’re lucky. I’m an only. But I told you that the other night, didn’t I?”
There had been times Claudia had wished she were an only child, too. But now she knew Philip was right. She was lucky. Especially since her siblings were all people she would choose as friends if they weren’t related to her. Her parents were a different story.
“I guess that’s why I’ve been so close to Jen and John,” Philip continued. “Or maybe it’s because we’re double cousins.”
“Double